Look what I found! My camera cable. The Hubby had unpacked it, and logically, put it in a desk drawer, the one I never thought to check.
So, here is my house. Detail shots that is. I really should have spent more time doing this, setting everything up on a tripod, working with the lighting, but the reality was I just wanted to get as many shots as I could to share with you. Without further ado, mein Haus.
The number 13 was a lucky number for my grandpa. He passed away 14 years ago this month, at times it feels like yesterday. Kismet? Coincidence? Whichever it is, I like to believe he’s happy with where life has taken me.
I can’t wait to plant in the flower boxes next spring.
The previous owner of the house. Our landlord is his nephew. Before that, it was his (the landlord’s) grandparent’s house. It seems more like two houses in one, a duplex of sorts. There are two mail boxes, two door bells, and two garages on either side of the house. Each floor has a bathroom and a kitchen. Herr Hiel passed away two years ago. The last five years he was alive, he had limited mobility and only lived on the second floor (the first floor is the entry, garages, storage rooms, and laundry area), the second and third floors are the living areas. Because of his mobility issues, the second floor was remodeled/updated about seven years ago, while the third floor is like stepping back into the 60’s (our best guess). We feel sort of privileged to spend our time in Germany in this house.
There is a lot of natural light. Perfect for house plants. It seems like most people here grow orchids in their windows. A lot of glass work, on the balconies, in the doors, windows, and glass brick wall.
The walls are all textured plaster or textured wall paper. Almost every room is different.
There’s this great composite stone throughout. The floors in the entry and staircase and the windowsills, inside and out.
In one of the store rooms a tool/work table was left. There’s also a meat smoker (I need to learn how to use that!) and signs in German that I don’t understand.
The staircase that runs up on one side of the house.
Curtains, curtains, curtains. They came with the house and each room is different. The theme, lace with orange side panels.
Our house is built on the side of the mountain. On the second floor is where you access the backyard. It’s a terraced landscape ready for gardening. There is a cherry tree, plum tree, black berry vine, and strawberry plants. No grass. Just defined areas. I can’t wait for spring.
I aways forget this little step and stub my toe every time I go to the patio above the garage.
I haven’t been into the attic yet…
We have a wonderful ceiling/roof line.
Off the third floor, in the room we’re using as a library/study we have a balcony with a beautiful view. The church bells chime every quarter hour, and at sunset on Saturday and Sunday nights, marking the beginning and ending of the Sabbath.
Rolladens. Full window/door shutters that are accessed from the inside of the house. Insulators, blackout curtains, and fortifications for the zombie apocalypse – all in one.
The weathered/aged/moldy brick on the balcony.
We have quirky and varied light fixtures. Here are some of my favorites.
Old bathtubs, and probably older flooring.
I love this quirky-by-my-American-standards house.